"Hello, do you have clothes for a 9-year-old boy?"
Stanley was with his mother, and they were out to get him some new clothes. His old ones that were passed down by his brother had holes in them, so he needed some new ones.
However, the last 3 shops they had gone to didn't have anything at all.
"For a 9-year-old boy?" the woman from the shop asked. Her eyes fell on Stanley and his baggy clothes, which belonged to his brother. Then, she looked at his mother's clothes which were dirty and full of mud at the bottom.
"Can you even pay?" the woman asked.
"If there are cheap ones then I'm sure I can pay," Stanley's mother, Yelena, answered with a sweet smile on her face.
She looked more tired than ever currently. Since her husband's death so many years ago, she had to focus on the farm to raise her two young boys as well as she could, so she had been working hard every day.
